The Pale Bonsai

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The Pale Bonsai

The tie was silk, deep burgundy, knotted with a precision that spoke of decades of habit. It sat against my throat like a second skin, tight enough to remind me of my existence, loose enough to allow me to breathe. I adjusted it in the mirror of the bathroom, a small, cracked thing that had seen better decades. My reflection stared back. The face was older than I remembered, the lines around...

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